You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me
You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I fear the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet, and you were sound
You saved me
You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round
-SIA
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
chosen blindness
Isn't it funny how we only remember certain things when it is convenient for us? I mean even when something is all around us, it is only when we decided to look that it hits us square in the face. Years ago, I remember there being a mention of a war in Africa. I was young and thought because it was not within my circle of knowledge that I was safe from it and I need not take any notice of it. Now, many years later, the body count of Darfur is catastrophic. Starvation is inevitable. Thousands of children are orphaned. Women are being raped. Innocent children are being murdered. And we just sit. We sit and talk. We talk about how much of a difference we can make and state things like "its so simple if everyone just took action" but we all know it is far from simple. The human nature is to ignore the dark cloud above us. It is only when lightening strikes that action is made. I am of no help. I chose to ignore this problem for years and it is only now when I watch something on youtube that I decided I want to research this problem. I want to know how I can make a difference. How do I learn to make proactive decisions? There is a world out there that I want no part of, but I am drawn to it. I want to help.
I can't help but feel ashamed. I am sitting here in a home with a family, food, education, employment, and a future. Halfway across the world, a girl just like me has been robbed of all of these things and she is wondering if she will make it through the next day, week or month on her own.
I cannot even fathom the intensity of her situation.
God help her.
I can't help but feel ashamed. I am sitting here in a home with a family, food, education, employment, and a future. Halfway across the world, a girl just like me has been robbed of all of these things and she is wondering if she will make it through the next day, week or month on her own.
I cannot even fathom the intensity of her situation.
God help her.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
There's a corner of your heart>> for me.
I will pack my bags just to stay in the corner of your heart.
Just to stay in the corner of your heart.
There is room beneath your bed >>for me.
There is room beneath your bed just >>for me.
I will leave this town just to sleep underneath your bed.
Just to sleep underneath your bed.
There's one minute of your day.
I will leave this man just to occupy one minute of your day.
Just to occupy one minute of your day.
Just to sleep underneath your bed.
Just to stay in the corner of you heart.
-Ingrid Michealson
I will pack my bags just to stay in the corner of your heart.
Just to stay in the corner of your heart.
There is room beneath your bed >>for me.
There is room beneath your bed just >>for me.
I will leave this town just to sleep underneath your bed.
Just to sleep underneath your bed.
There's one minute of your day.
I will leave this man just to occupy one minute of your day.
Just to occupy one minute of your day.
Just to sleep underneath your bed.
Just to stay in the corner of you heart.
-Ingrid Michealson
Words
Why do adults always tell children that "words can never harm them?" Its one of the worst lies that a parent can tell their child. Coming from a child who's entire childhood was filled with these mythical phrases and catchlines, I have known for a long time that this specific phrase is not true. Its strange how tonation of a word can completely change how it is interpreted. Something said flatly is interpreted as uniterested and something said sharply is known to inflict pain. Although it is just a word or phrase, it can sting for years. It may heal halfway, but theres always a chance it can rupture. The pain of a single phrase of words in a specific order can scar. What I wonder is how humans learn the proper way to verbally injure someone. I have never mastered the art, nor do I ever want to, but some are better than others. This weekend, I learned the true power of hurtful words. Words can be the best tool a person has. They offer self expression, articulation, personality, and art. Its sad that some people use words to cut, gash, and wound the vulnerable. I guess those kind of people are put on this earth to remind us of our strength. They are looking to fill a gaping hole within them that will never have sufficient. the end, when all is said and done, they will feel empty inside and have no one to blame but themselves.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
All grown up
For the first time on Sunday, I felt my age. SOO weird. I went to go see Baby Mama by myself. It was HILARIOUS and I enjoyed myself. I never thought I would ever be able to do things by myself, but now I find comfort in it. I felt "grown up".
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